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finished with Eve, she’ll be remembering every single detail of us and what we shared with her. She’ll be so into pleasure-pain she’ll never want to leave us again. Sound like a good plan, men?” Kayne held up both his hands, palms up, waiting for high fives from both of them.
The sounds of their palms hitting Kayne’s palms snapped through the air like a live wire, and Maddox, for one, couldn’t wait to bed Eve again. By the way Riley’s dark cock was engorging and swelling like a mother of a serpent, he couldn’t wait either.
* * * *
The next morning came too fast, and Eve didn’t want to leave the hot visions of Maddox, Riley, and Kayne that had streamed through her sleep. Their touches, their mouths, and their tongues burned her flesh. The sexual hunger snapping in their gazes had her moaning and panting with need. All of it so intense that the moment she awoke, she instantly knew it had been memories and not dreams. Not fantasies.
It had happened. She’d been their sex toy, and they had been hers.
She inhaled deeply at the chilly mountain air, sucking it deeply into her lungs, hoping it would help cool her fevered body. It didn’t.
To her dismay, her breasts felt uncomfortably swollen, her nipples ached for their touches, and when she stroked between her thighs, her pussy throbbed and her panty was wet from her cream.
Opening her eyes, she blinked into the early morning sunshine and enjoyed the beautiful sparkles of dewdrops dancing on the pine needles of a nearby seedling struggling to grow from a crevice in the rocks. During the night the wind had settled down, but the familiar chill clung to the air. It was a coldness that had followed the solar flares, and despite the warm sunshine, the air always tended to be uncomfortably cool.
She noticed the men were missing, and she hadn’t realized she’d slept through them getting up. Usually she was a light sleeper, waking up to the briefest sounds. Last night, however, she’d slept deep, and she’d felt safe for the first time since she’d lost her memory.
Suddenly she could hear them talking somewhere far in the distance. Somewhere below the encampment. They would be bathing in the creek together. She remembered that now. They used to take early morning dips together, plotting their next robbery while she fixed them breakfast. Just listening to the sounds of their voices sent shimmers of heat and happiness through her, and the last thing she wanted to do was climb out from beneath the warmth of the grizzly bear blanket and start on breakfast.
But that’s exactly what she did. She would prove to those men that she was still the same Eve Wright as she’d been before her kidnapping. She just didn’t feel like her. But she would find herself. She had to.
* * * *
Kayne enjoyed watching Eve ride her white horse as they plodded along the rocky trails that meandered through the mountain range. She rode with ease, gently maneuvering the horse she called Snowball around crevices and rocks that might have made the animal inadvertently twist a leg. Out here, having a lame horse could mean the difference between life and death, and taking care of her only fast means of transportation was a top priority.
She really looked good on that horse. Like an Indian goddess, decked out in a tan deer hide coat that fit her like a glove. Her long legs firmly straddled the sides of the horse, and Eve’s cute, curvy butt bounced slightly in the worn saddle with every step from the animal.
Her hair sailed like a wedding veil behind her in the wind, and her gloved hands held the reins like she was a pro. Someone had taught her how to ride like an angel as well as shoot like the devil. He wondered who. Had it been that pregnant woman whom Eve had taken off with? Or had Eve met up with some guy and shacked up with him during the time she’d disappeared?
When she admitted she didn’t have any butt plugs on her, he knew, hell, the guys knew, too, that she most
The sounds of their palms hitting Kayne’s palms snapped through the air like a live wire, and Maddox, for one, couldn’t wait to bed Eve again. By the way Riley’s dark cock was engorging and swelling like a mother of a serpent, he couldn’t wait either.
* * * *
The next morning came too fast, and Eve didn’t want to leave the hot visions of Maddox, Riley, and Kayne that had streamed through her sleep. Their touches, their mouths, and their tongues burned her flesh. The sexual hunger snapping in their gazes had her moaning and panting with need. All of it so intense that the moment she awoke, she instantly knew it had been memories and not dreams. Not fantasies.
It had happened. She’d been their sex toy, and they had been hers.
She inhaled deeply at the chilly mountain air, sucking it deeply into her lungs, hoping it would help cool her fevered body. It didn’t.
To her dismay, her breasts felt uncomfortably swollen, her nipples ached for their touches, and when she stroked between her thighs, her pussy throbbed and her panty was wet from her cream.
Opening her eyes, she blinked into the early morning sunshine and enjoyed the beautiful sparkles of dewdrops dancing on the pine needles of a nearby seedling struggling to grow from a crevice in the rocks. During the night the wind had settled down, but the familiar chill clung to the air. It was a coldness that had followed the solar flares, and despite the warm sunshine, the air always tended to be uncomfortably cool.
She noticed the men were missing, and she hadn’t realized she’d slept through them getting up. Usually she was a light sleeper, waking up to the briefest sounds. Last night, however, she’d slept deep, and she’d felt safe for the first time since she’d lost her memory.
Suddenly she could hear them talking somewhere far in the distance. Somewhere below the encampment. They would be bathing in the creek together. She remembered that now. They used to take early morning dips together, plotting their next robbery while she fixed them breakfast. Just listening to the sounds of their voices sent shimmers of heat and happiness through her, and the last thing she wanted to do was climb out from beneath the warmth of the grizzly bear blanket and start on breakfast.
But that’s exactly what she did. She would prove to those men that she was still the same Eve Wright as she’d been before her kidnapping. She just didn’t feel like her. But she would find herself. She had to.
* * * *
Kayne enjoyed watching Eve ride her white horse as they plodded along the rocky trails that meandered through the mountain range. She rode with ease, gently maneuvering the horse she called Snowball around crevices and rocks that might have made the animal inadvertently twist a leg. Out here, having a lame horse could mean the difference between life and death, and taking care of her only fast means of transportation was a top priority.
She really looked good on that horse. Like an Indian goddess, decked out in a tan deer hide coat that fit her like a glove. Her long legs firmly straddled the sides of the horse, and Eve’s cute, curvy butt bounced slightly in the worn saddle with every step from the animal.
Her hair sailed like a wedding veil behind her in the wind, and her gloved hands held the reins like she was a pro. Someone had taught her how to ride like an angel as well as shoot like the devil. He wondered who. Had it been that pregnant woman whom Eve had taken off with? Or had Eve met up with some guy and shacked up with him during the time she’d disappeared?
When she admitted she didn’t have any butt plugs on her, he knew, hell, the guys knew, too, that she most
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